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"Hold on tight, princess."
Ophelia Martin held an ecstatic smile hidden underneath the helmet Rafe had put on her before taking off into the unknown.
Ophelia had loved the feeling of her hair blowing with the wind, though there was something unsettling about the small grits of sand and dirt that laced through her messy curls, although remained with her wide grin as her hands wrapped tighter around the Cameron boy.
Yesterday, even as early as this morning, the Martin girl wouldn't have been caught dead on the back of a motorcycle - especially considering she couldn't bare to face her father if he had ever found out.
Today, although, was different. She had planned to spend the day with Sarah, her best friend, though found herself in a whirlwind of emotions when she was placed on the back of Rafe's motorcycle, laughter escaping her glossed lips as Rafe then pulled up to a rather demolished looking house.
Still sat upon the shiny, new piece of metal, Rafe slipped his helmet off before removing Ophelia's, looking down with pure and utter concern as her face twisted into confusion. "I want you to stay here, okay?"
Ophelia had realized sooner rather than later that they were far from Figure Eight. Her green eyes roamed around her surroundings, taking in the empty beer bottles and the elder looking gentleman a few feet away, worn out clothing as she inhaled their cigarette smoke.
"You're just going to leave me here?" Ophelia's eyes grew wide as she glance up towards Rafe, a small smile tugging at his lips as his hands placed on her hips, craning his neck downwards. "I don't want you coming inside, Ophelia."
The Cameron boy had felt guilty enough, the girls green eyes batting in his direction as he sighed, glancing over his shoulder before he gave his attention back to Ophelia. "I promise, I'll be quick."
Ophelia simply nodded, chewing on her bottom lip as Rafe rose to his feet. "Please, don't go anywhere."
Rafe's lips pressed briefly to the top of Ophelia's head, and just like that, he was gone. It wasn't a far walk, in a matter of seconds the boy reached the top of the stares and found the person he was looking for, yet he couldn't help but take continuous glances behind him, making sure Ophelia was alright.
Rafe Cameron had felt beyond guilty bringing Ophelia to the cut, knowing they both held the same feelings towards the other side of the Island, particularly spots like these. An overwhelming feeling of nervousness washed over his tanned features, burning through his veins causing his once tanned complexion to grow pale.
Every moment Rafe spent with Ophelia was pure bliss. It wasn't anything he could explain, nor would ever try to, though was once again caught up in the moment, not thinking about his actions until it was too late.
Now, he was stuck in between men he didn't trust and his mesmerizing best friend who's eyes wandered through the sky with a small smile on her face, such a pure soul he would do anything to protect.
"Who's the girl?" Rafe's cheeks flushed red, his eyes momentarily tearing away from Ophelia, shifting to block her from the view. "No one." He coughed. "I should have worn a wife beater."
Stiffing a laugh, Rafe's diversion had seemed to work for the time being, his eyes trailing behind him one last time to meet with Ophelia's, who gave the boy a soft smile, as if to let him know everything was okay, that she was okay, and that was all he had needed.
Ophelia was rather confused, to say the least, her eyes falling towards the open trailer to see Rafe disappear beyond the doors, positioning herself against the metal as she earned lustful stares from those surrounding the cut.
It pained Rafe to know the girl was unaware of their current situation, though quickly scurried through the door in hopes to make this trip as quick and timely as possible.
He was sure to jump to the point, in a panic making a promise he wasn't quite sure he could keep. Rafe had made his way out faster than in, the only thing on his mind being Ophelia. "I need your help, O." The boy mumbled softly, slipping the helmet onto her head, taking off down the narrow and gravel driveway without looking back.
"Is this because of your dad?" Ophelia made herself comfortable upon Rafe's bed, her legs crossed underneath her as she anxiously picked at the skin on her nails, every so often stealing glances at Rafe who lay beside her, tapping his fingers against his stomach.
"Their money hungry savages." Rafe groaned as he shook his head, adjusting his position to lay on his side, getting a better view of the girl he was talking too. "I don't understand how a person could be so vile." Rafe winced. "They expect us to be perfect." A long sigh followed soon after, and that was when Ophelia smiled.
"I think you're perfect." For a moment, everything had seemed to stop. The two shared a moment of silence before the brunette broke out into laughter, the pillow from under Rafe's head leaving it's place and hitting the girl in the stomach.
"You're not mad at me?" Rafe questioned lightly, Ophelia holding the pillow in her lap as she shrugged softly. "Oh, I'm mad at you." She chimed, yet a small smile began to creep on her face. "I think you're incredibly stupid, but I'm on your side."
The Cameron boy couldn't begin to explain how much her words meant. Ophelia had always been there for Rafe, and vice versa, and if the world was ending and there was one and only one person Rafe knew would be by his side, it was Ophelia.
"You're just selling, right?" Rafe grabbed ahold of Ophelia's hands, ones that were ripped down to nothing as she nervously chewed on her nails, a soft sigh leaving the boys lips as he shrugged. "I'm just so fucking stressed." Rafe groaned. "With my dad, the company." You. He had wanted to say, though kept his lips in a thin line.
"I'll help you." Ophelia cooed softly, knowing Rafe's parents were floating around somewhere, and she immediately felt confidence with her decision when Rafe's arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her down with him.
They lay together for a moments time, Ophelia inhaling the boys scent as her head rested in the crook of his neck, shutting her eyes briefly as the soft pads of his fingertips ran up and along her back.
"I'm trying to be better, O." The eldest Cameron whispered, Ophelia only hugging him back harder. "For you."
It was then Ophelia bounced to her knees, placing them on either side of Rafe's hip's as he let his hands fall to her thighs, a smile dancing on his face as she bent forwards, placing her hands on either side of his face.
"I have a party to get ready for."
Rafe groaned at the girls words, though couldn't help but lick his lips at the short distance in between the two, soon after met with a pillow to the face, barely managing the witness the Martin girl leave his room in a fit of laughter.
Dark curls flowing behind her as she ran out of the doorway, taking a quick glance behind her to see Rafe's eyes following her out the door, his left eye enclosing in a wink as they trailed down her tanned body one last time.
